Enjoy him while you canI like life.Me and him are good friends.I guess you could call life "it"Whatever works for you.Right now life is nice to meGenerous.Betcha he's gonna whack me upside the head one dayBecause life can be a bitch.Oops.I mean bastard.But for nowI will bask in it's appreciation.
SeasonsWinter birds fly north in winterSummer birds south in summerTranquil waters that sprinkle like winterCrystalline skies that sparkle like summer.Autumn winds that carry sorrowSpring breezes that carry refreshmentLeaves that blush like sorrowBuds that sing like refreshment.Water that sprinklesSkies that sparkleLeaves that blushBuds that singThese crazy seasonsCan be compared to everything.
VaseI hate that vase.How it sits in the cornerUnfilled.Not even water takes it's airy space.That vase hates meBy how it complains of feeling "empty"And noticing that I am, too.How not a petal sits at the bottom.Not even a broken heartOr a bloodstain.That vaseThat I loatheIs empty Because there wasn't a heart to be brokenOr a flower to be placedOr water to be pouredIn the first place.
Winter LoveLove isn't hot.Well, I suppose it can be.It could be warming, like a cuddly blanketOr nuzzling up to a hot fire.But it's more like a blizzard of crystalsThat blanket all in pure white.Fog that grasps everything into it's soft hands.A whiteout.Mist in the morningClouds that cover the moon of hateAnd/or the sun of angerLike icicles that stab through the worstAnd make it through the night.Snowflakes that drift down gently like affectionSo listen to my frozen heartPunch out jagged syllables--You'll hear your name.
ContemplateMolten eyes that stareWith the coldest and iciest of glaresHow your eyes can be so darkAnd fieryContinues to elude me.Break your gaze like glassBreathe until there's nothing leftTwist the colors of this puzzleUntil you've figured me outAnd gotten rid of this thinking theft.Darkened heart that whispersOf the moon and the starsAlways outsideAnd waitingFor you to change your mindMaybe then these emotions will collide.
Drawing the line.Do it one more timeAnd I'm drawing a freaking line.It's gonna be jagged and big enoughSo that you'll be wrapped up in itAnd never be able to cross.
This small town heartSmall town heartDown on this Christmas eveningStroll down the streetAnd listen to your heart beat.Smooth daysFlow into jagged nightsAlwaysSeeming to break awayFrom the way you used to say"Everything will be okay."BecauseNothing ever seems toI always fall,Trip over somethingNot thereEven to invisible eyesThat catch all that they hear.Tiny tearsDrip from New YearSensingThe coming of Valentine's dayBut this smallTown heartWon't be gettingAny paper cards today.
Don't.Don't argue about my opinions,Because I have a point-of-viewThat won't make much sense to you.Or pretty much the rest of the human population.